Blast this planet, could they not have picked a better location to imprison me on? Surely I deserved a planet with at the least a beach. , the Namekian rambled to himself as he wandered aimlessly through the wooded tundra, the barren trees almost a nuisance, but nonetheless part of the landscape. Frost was just as pointless and boring as Namorel had remembered it... except he could have sworn the first time he was here there was less snow, either way all things seemed a little different than they had been so long ago.
The Namekian let loose a sigh of frustration, rising into the air and glaring over the frozen tundra, trees and land alike in his sight. He wanted to return to Namek, or perhaps lie low on a planet that he had not immediately involved himself in during those days long ago. Frankly anything to keep himself from too much immediate conflict, he would need to solve this age problem after all... he felt as if someone had bashed his skull in with a stick and left him alone in a desert without water, frankly it was not a pleasant feeling.